famine

Jiang Xuan couldn't remember what happened in the second half of that day. He stood lightly next to Cheng Hong, and opposite Jiang Jianguo, who was blushing with anxiety, looked at the two of them standing face to face and said something in silence. What, the lips open and close, but it is difficult to grasp their conversation and pour it into the ears. He seems to be standing next to a large rumbling machine, full of inexplicable noises. He stares hard to see their Mouth shape, but nothing can be distinguished.

Later, he got into the car with his arms propped up by Cheng Hong. The journey home was extremely long. He faintly realized that the inside of the car had become dark. He got out of the car and took the elevator. As soon as he stepped into the door with one foot, he Flame into darkness.

When he woke up again, the room was empty, the window screen was half drawn, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the half. As soon as Jiang Xuan opened his eyes, he found that he was very anxious.

He couldn't help but began to recall the feelings at that time repeatedly. He looked at the hysterical woman with cold eyes, he watched her surrounded by doctors and nurses who rushed in suddenly, and he looked at Cheng Hong who was stupefied and the two little girls who were stunned.

Then Jiang Jianguo rushed in and slapped him with a hooded face. Even though he was caught by Cheng Hong who reacted quickly, he felt hot and numb at that moment.

Instead of being woken up, he sank even deeper.

Now he is staring at the ceiling above his head, all kinds of consciousness and senses are gradually returning like spring grass, and he feels a little stuffy in his chest, as if a stone is stuck there, not going up or down, very unsteady.

He slowly remembered the conversation between Jiang Jianguo and Cheng Hong that he couldn't hear no matter how hard he tried.

The three people confronted each other at the door of the ward, and the tightly closed door still couldn't cover up the screams inside the door that could not stop for a long time. Perhaps because of the sedative, the sound finally disappeared, and the room also became quiet.

In a corner that Jiang Jianguo couldn't see, Cheng Lang turned sideways to cover half of Jiang Xuan's body, and gently hooked his palm back with his hand, as if to calm his emotions.

He set his eyes on Jiang Jianguo, and the anxious look on his face had faded a lot. The eyes that would always avoid Jiang Xuan on weekdays looked straight at him, his fists clenched, and he didn't move for a long time.

Cheng Lang nodded: "Mr. Jiang, what are your plans for the future?"

Facing his slightly abrupt question, Jiang Jianguo of course didn't look at him, almost completely ignoring this person, and pretended he didn't hear Cheng Hong's blunt question, and just stared at the silent Jiang Xuan, as if Disappointment is like anger, and the left and right have not calmed down.

Cheng Hong's face sank, he took a step forward to block Jiang Xuan, stared at Jiang Jianguo, and said coldly, "Mr. Jiang."

Only then did Jiang Jianguo look at him distractedly, and asked in a bad tone, "Who the hell are you?"

Where is your turn to speak?

He is no longer as easy-going and refined as he used to be, and the recent incidents have almost wiped out his self-cultivation, and he doesn't want to be patient with the current situation of constant cutting and messing up.

Cheng Lang saw that his eyes became sharper, and a thin layer of white fiber was stained on the lens, and he asked again like a cannonball with his hands behind his back: "Who the hell are you? What are you doing here? Are you and Jiang Xuan? what relationship?"

Cheng Lang looked back at Jiang Xuan, and then said calmly: "We are friends, and Jiang Xuan is under my control."

"What are you? Jiang Xuan is my son, when will it be an outsider's turn?"

"It's not important," Cheng Hong glanced at him contemptuously, not wanting to get too entangled with this issue, he tensed his jaw, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to do with Jiang Yuan?"

Speaking like this actually shows that Cheng Lang is currently in a bad mood, almost unable to suppress his anger.

He actually didn't want to use the word "handling", but he didn't have any affection for these two people, and even thinking that it was because of their existence that Jiang Xuan was in pain, he became very angry.

Of course Jiang Jianguo didn't like to hear him say that, but he looked at Jiang Xuan, who was obviously wandering away, his face was tense, "This has nothing to do with you, don't worry about it."

Cheng Lang said in his heart that you thought I was willing to take care of it.

"But it's related to Jiang Xuan," he said with a cold face, "I'm taking care of him now, and I have to ask about anything that affects his mood—what's your next plan?"

Jiang Jianguo choked.

For a long time, he twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he felt that it was meaningless for him to argue with Cheng Hong, so he replied in a low voice reluctantly: "Cure the disease."

In the body, in the heart.

As keen as Cheng Lang, you can understand it as soon as you hear it.

But Jiang Jianguo continued to say: "I still have some savings. When she gets better, I will find something to do. I can live on anyway. The problem in my heart can't be delayed. I have already talked to the doctor in charge. For her Said that what is needed most now is recuperation, and there should not be too much mood swings. Later, I will take her home, or a nursing home..."

enough.

"Well," Cheng Lang interrupted him, his expression became softer, and he took out his mobile phone, "Then please write down my mobile phone number, if you need any help, you can call me."

"..." Jiang Jianguo swallowed "what's the matter with you" again, and then glanced at Jiang Xuan, who was silent and gloomy, and exchanged mobile phone numbers with Cheng Yan.

As soon as Cheng Hong turned on the projector, the door of the bedroom was opened, and Jiang Xuan came out, wearing the pajamas that Cheng Hong had put on for him, the neckline was empty, and the collarbones on both sides were propped up abruptly, and he managed to gain weight. But it seems that after only one night, I lost weight again.

Cheng Lang felt distressed when he saw it, put on his slippers and walked over to meet him, took him to the sofa and sat down, then asked with concern: "Have you had enough sleep? Do you want something to eat?"

Jiang Xuan shook his head, raised his eyelids to look at him, then bent down without any explanation, put his head on Cheng Hong's lap, and lay down all over.

"Tired." He said softly.

"Then I'll squeeze it for you." Cheng Lang said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he freed his hands and gently touched Jiang Xuan's forehead. After pinching for a while, he landed on his shoulders again. While pinching, he asked, "Is this strength enough?"

"Very professional."

Cheng Lang was amused.

Hearing the laughter that seemed to be close to his ears, Jiang Xuan suddenly remembered what Jiang Jianguo said behind him when he left the hospital.

The last sentence.

At that time, he didn't look back to see what his expression was. In short, judging from his voice, he should be very sad.

"She will feel uncomfortable when she sees Jiang Xuan. If she wants to come over in the future, remember to notify me in advance. It should be better if I am here."

In other words, don't come here again, Jiang Yuan doesn't want to see you.

How ironic, Jiang Xuan witnessed every change of that woman, witnessed her going crazy, witnessed her greeting him like a normal person, now that the person she misses is back, he is abandoned.

...I was dumped?

By someone I've never looked up to.

By my own mother.

Jiang Xuan suddenly realized that perhaps because of what he had witnessed every moment, every time he appeared in front of his mother, he reminded her repeatedly of her sins and nightmares, her fierceness and cowardice, and her calm face Some people still remember the hysteria hidden underneath.

And she didn't want anyone to remember.

What's more, now that Jiang Jianguo is by her side, she will be frightened, fearing that one day Jiang Thrush, who only has malice towards her in her heart, will break through her disguise and count her crimes in front of Jiang Jianguo.

She must be perfect in front of Jiang Jianguo, she must not make mistakes.

So the one who was wrong could only be Jiang Xuan.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xuan felt that he was almost numb, and the sourness that had been spreading in his heart for a long time did not increase or decrease, as if he would always be sour, and if the sourness reached a certain level, it would not be a problem to add or reduce it.

He shouldn't be able to get out.

Cheng Hong didn't know what was going on in his heart, but saw Jiang Xuan frown into a "Chuan" brow, and felt extremely distressed.

He lowered his head and kissed the fold, rubbed his hands on the back of his neck, and asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Xuan was silent for a long time before replying nonchalantly: "I didn't think about anything, I wondered why school is not back yet. It's boring to stay at home."

"This will make other students go crazy when they hear it," Cheng Lang said with a smile, "There are students like you who are looking forward to the start of school."

Jiang Xuan reverted to his old ways: "That's because they don't understand, we are all like this."

After talking about something, he remembered something, and said: "You can have dinner by yourself tomorrow, I will go to Brother Zhou's."

"Well, go see the birds again?"

Cheng Lang recalled the first time he heard Jiang Xuan say "showing birds to people", and couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth.

"Yes," Jiang Xuan narrowed his eyes to look at the drooping eyelashes of Cheng Yan, and stretched out his hand to touch them without knowing it. It felt very soft if there was nothing there, "It's so long..."

"Oh," Cheng Yan grabbed his troubled hand with the other hand and patted it lightly, "touch it, don't pull it."

"I'll see if it's fake."

"It's fake, don't pull it, I have been brushing in front of the mirror for a long time in the morning."

Jiang Xuan laughed twice, knowing that he was joking, and touched his own, feeling that it was not as comfortable as Cheng Hong's, but opened his eyes to meet Cheng Hong's eyes, and suddenly remembered something.

After a while, he hesitated and asked, "Where is grandpa and grandma..."

"Are you okay? It's like explaining the funeral," Cheng Lang understood in seconds, and after a few jokes, he approached and answered in a low voice, "I haven't had time to contact them, call them tomorrow, I feel that this matter It can't be too long."

Anyway, everything has been said, it is impossible to go back and make up for it.It's just that the situation at that time was afraid that it wouldn't be well controlled. Now that it's been so long, we should be able to talk about it.

Just as Cheng Lang was thinking this way, the hand on Jiang Xuan's shoulder was grasped. He lowered his head and listened to Jiang Xuan asking: "What about me?"

"you?"

What are you.

Reluctantly, Jiang Xuan struggled to sit up, and sat cross-legged across from him, "Didn't you talk about it with your grandparents?"

He thought that Cheng Hong was unwilling again, and immediately got a little angry, and stared at Cheng Hong with a bit of fierceness, if there were thorns on his back, he would have to stand up right now.

Cheng Yan wanted to laugh, reached out and stroked his head like a dog, but felt that it wasn't enough, so he hugged it with both hands and rubbed it.

"What are you, you should go to eat. I fried rice, but it's already cold. You can put it in the microwave oven. I'll take you with me sooner or later. You can go to school with peace of mind. I'll see how the old man feels."

If he really couldn't accept it, there was no need for him to make Jiang Xuan suffer along with him.

Jiang Xuan reluctantly accepted his reason, left and right recovered a lot, and felt a little hungry, so he stood up and went to the kitchen to order food.

Jiang Xuan got up early on the first day of school, and suddenly felt as if his biological clock had been formatted for a winter vacation and then restored by the system, so much so that when he opened his eyes and saw the bright sky outside, he thought he was dreaming.

It's been a long time since I saw the sky at this time.

When he stayed at the hotel before, the outside was this color on the way he walked out of the dormitory to the cafeteria after washing.

Say it's dark or not, say it's bright or not.

Well, I'm in a good mood.

Sure enough, learning can make people happy.

So the happy Jiang Xuan involuntarily dug Cheng Hong, who was still sleeping soundly beside him, out of the quilt, put his head down and kissed him involuntarily on the cheek, then stood under the bed in a blink of an eye, and began to change clothes quickly.

Cheng Lang knew he was awake, but he was too sleepy to bother with him, and sat up until his alarm clock rang, rubbing his head and leaving the room.

At this time, Jiang Xuan was already frying eggs in the kitchen, and the toast popped out from the machine, with two slices sandwiched together, with jam spread in the middle, and two slices of lettuce sandwiched between them.

After Cheng Hong finished washing and came out of the bathroom, he saw two bowls of nutritious porridge made of oatmeal and soy milk on the table, and on the other two plates were two fried eggs on one and fried dumplings on the other.

——Jiang Thrush Edition Deluxe Package.

In the new semester and new weather, Jiang Xuan didn't let Cheng Lang see him off. It was impossible to take a bus. He took a taxi in advance, and Cheng Lang went out in a short while, and was the first one when he arrived at the classroom.

There is no dusty smell in the classroom that has been dusty for a long time. It can be seen that the cleaning lady has cleaned it.The countdown calendar on the podium has not been turned for a long time, and it is still on the day of the holiday. Jiang Xuan looked around and stood in the empty classroom, feeling very happy for some reason.

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The time will be faster next time, and the college entrance examination will be soon!